Off for a Week in Dublin

For all the amateurs Ulyssesites out there I will every day have to walk under the "Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. "  It will stand between me and my destination near the southeast corner of St. Stephen's Green.  Of course this will also take me (daily) by Davy Byrnes:  He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once. 

Undoubtedly I will find my way to both the National Museum and the National Library only off by a street or two and perhaps as far as the apothecary that Bloom visits at the beginning of the book--we'll see.  I'm there on business and there will be limited time for touring about--but some time nevertheless and I'll make the best of it.  I can't say what is likely to appear here in the interim but I'm taking with me several slender volumes--Herta Müller: The Appointment, The Land of Green Plums, Imre Kertesz Fatelessness, Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi (which I hope to finish on the plane) and literally thousands of others as I take my Kindle, but these will probably be my focus for the trip.  Perhaps one of the way, one or two during, and two on the way back--we'll see.


And best of all--sticky toffee pudding--and I'll be able to walk by and stick my tongue out at Oliver St. John Gogarty's--again almost across the street from me.  A tremendous amount of work to be done in a tremendous city.  I'm looking forward to it.